dianaschnuth

I was running late this morning, as usual. Grabbed my purse and went out to the car through the garage, also as usual. (We only have a one-car garage, and two cars, so the one that’s most often used gets parked in the driveway.)

I hit the button for the garage door, and it took its sweet time to open. No big surprise there. I strode through the garage, past the Contour, and ducked under the opening door.

And clocked myself on the garage door.

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Yes, my head still hurts.

Aaron’s and my presents are opened.
Rock Band has been played.
My new 22″ widescreen monitor has been set up.
The zucchini-chocolate cake is ready to go.
The sausage cake is baked, glazed and cooling.
The remaining presents are wrapped.
The directions to Uncle Pete’s house have been unearthed from the Kia.

All is well. Merry Christmas, all.

Having received severance and retention pay from my former employer, then having landed a job relatively soon after, I recently found myself with several thousand dollars burning a hole in my ING Direct savings account.

So many possibilities flooded my imagination. Another vacation to Japan? Or a trip to Ireland? Or maybe someplace else?

Alas, the grown-up part of me seized hold and reminded me that I have several thousand dollars in credit card debt that should really be paid down.

That’s not saying that this Christmas won’t be more kick-ass than usual, of course. There will also be a dishwasher in our future. And perhaps the professional installation of some ceiling fans, in view of the astronomical cost of installing central air in a house with no ductwork.

Generally, though, responsible finances reign. Oh, well.

I tried to figure out my database reporting app all day, but was still confuddled by day’s end.

I left work extremely hungry, thanks to the apparently under-nourishing lunch I packed this morning. I guess a breakfast banana, brown rice with salsa and cheese, sugar-free pudding and a small yogurt just aren’t enough to keep me going. My plans to go to aikido were therefore thwarted, being that I required more sustenance than could be had in the five minutes I’d have at home before leaving for keiko.

One bowl of whole wheat rotini and tuna later — plus a bowl of Chocolatey Special K for “dessert” — I’m feeling sated.

Now I’m cold and tired, but don’t want to go to bed too early. That just means that tomorrow’s workday would come that much sooner.

Did I mention that Aaron’s Xbox 360 red-ringed last week? That’s a good month round trip until he gets a fixed Xbox. No vegging out in the recliner with Carcassonne or Backgammon or Catan or Puzzle Fighter. It’s harder to veg out with a Wii game, since they all seem to require actual movement and interaction. 🙂

Jeebus, I’m tired.

Just say no to the call of the refrigerator…